The Wife is spread-eagle on a table getting plowed by a great-big ultrasound dong."
Nurse: "Well, the egg is not quite mature enough. We'll get a blood test and check again tomorrow."
"What should I do about him?"
"Huh? Ohhh...the abstinance thing?"
"Yeah."
"How long has it been?"
"Five days."
Sympathetic gasp-through-the-teeth. I don't know if a word exists, but it's the ultimate 'oh, you poor thing' pity expression. "Well, go ahead, you should be fine."
YES! My wife rocks.
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